On my part, I was already laboring under a heavy load of self-inflicted foolishness this semester, and then a dear aunt passed away suddenly.

She would have fit in well here. She was a godly woman, and an excellent horsewoman. She and my uncle taught me to ride as a boy, and he taught me to shoot, though she could have as well. She also taught me about suffering with grace and a smile.

After a few drinks last night I wanted to shake my fist at the universe, but in truth I was very blessed to know her for so long.